Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Saint Thérèse, in a letter in January 1889:
"He prefers to leave me in darkness rather than to give me a false glimmer that would not be Himself. I do not want created things to have a single atom of my love. I want to give all to Jesus, since He is making me understand that He alone is perfect happiness"
O Dear Little Flower, please pray for me as I encounter this present darkness. At times I feel as though my heart will not be able to continue beating. I pray, and all I hear in answer are echoes. I cry, and the warm tears burn rather than comfort. My only comfort is the Blessed Sacrament, without which I would surely despair. Thank you, dearest friend. Amen.